Category Archives: Engineering through change

The way change is affecting us in the overall view of moving interstate and the challenges it brings.

Mum’s on Strike, so the kids win.

With things till a little muddy in terms of the arrangements and timing of our move, I’ve decided to go on strike for the last two days. That means only doing what is required to look after the kids and not much else. I have really had enough of not knowing whats going on, so that’s whats happening; on strike until further notice.

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Keep clear of mum, and be good, she needs some time to decompress.

Prior to me going on strike I had been really keen, getting things ready and packing up the house, boxes, cleaning and painting the windowsills, inside and out. Enjoying the house starting to look great, and even had a Mothers Day pampering; a huge morning tea with hand massage, crafting, and doing my nails. I even scored some towels to do up the house for when it goes on the market.

Windows with new locks (Ta, Dad) and a coat of paint.
Windows with new locks (Ta, Dad) and a coat of paint.
New hotel quality towels...free!
New hotel quality towels…free!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So we had an easy dinner last night, no cook chicken and chips, as we returned from the park after a long day and a very long walk to the park. Left the house and all the disasters behind and jumped ship. I even had a half hour nap while the kids were sound asleep. (No-one is sleeping today). On our walk we saw a little white ladder aside a tree. At the park my daughter practiced her ladder climbing, and set up a little train station with bark tickets, asked everyone for “tickets please”. On the way home there were twelve kids in the street, all having a go climbing up the little ladder to get into the tree. It is great to see the tides turning and the helicopter parents nowhere in sight.

To the park... diggin' trains.
To the park… diggin’ trains.
Checking out the bridges.
Checking out the bridges.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kids have been having a ball, toys are everywhere, inside, outside, making a huge mess. They were so cute playing “dress ups” with my clean washing so I just let them do it. (Until my son cried out he had had enough of the towel over his face). There isn’t a single room in the house that could be called clean or tidy. They both just loved that I spent the morning getting out the train set to play, and this morning my son decided it would be great to plough his way through like a crawling Godzilla, and pull apart the tracks, upending a logging car to eat the tree trunks. Little miss 2 was very unimpressed with his efforts. We might need to rebuild the tracks this afternoon. Lets see if mummy can find the energy before cooking tea, we have people coming over tonight for reenactment craft, so hopefully they can find their way to the lounge-room without stepping in anything hideous.

So excited and proud of her trains, "Go grumpy diesel!!"
So excited and proud of her trains, “Go grumpy diesel!!”
Baby Godzilla
Baby Godzilla!

It doesn’t rain….. it pours.

What a difference a day makes. One day we get advice that there will not be any further movement towards Bunbury until September or October. “Oh dear” I thought, I’d have to face another cold bleak Ballarat winter, the kind that chills to the bone and goes on forever. We have had a taste of chilled days this week, just as a brutal reminder of how cold it can be and it just bucketed down with rain, filling the kids sandpit like a beach at the ocean in five inches of rainwater.

Yarowee Creek Walk Overflow from recent rain
Yarowee Creek Walk Overflow from recent rain
Learning to walk on a beam.
Learning to walk on a beam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day later, there is a message to husband “Call Me”, and the response is that he will be required to start in two or three weeks! Prior to this, I was living in the moment, after being given a laundry basket full of lemons and making lemonade (and other lemon based food products).

Lemonade and Lemon Butter
Lemonade and Lemon Butter
Playgroup fun
Playgroup fun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day I set up the kids to attend the playgroup for the first time, seemed like the right thing to do given the news, and then realizing that this will be a short-term activity. Started back on the packing frenzy. Motivation is increasing once more. One day I was saying I’d better get out some of the toys that might be more age appropriate and challenging for a 9 month old, and set up his temporary accommodation in the spare room porta-cot as a “real bedroom”. The next day, its back to “just a few toys out to keep him going”.

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What a week, first he starts to crawl, then he days “dad”, and then he waves at another baby he has met before at a coffee shop.  Thoughts are circulating about the ways he will be challenged with this move. We are still awaiting the work contract as a means to seal the deal later this week, but the excitement is rebuilding, and the whirl of questions are beginning to circle my head.

 

Time for the Engineer to plan

First blog post, time to begin this new world of blogging, as I have some time to ‘rest’, coming down with a sore throat. Alas Mum’s cant really rest, today I have still washed clothes, changed and fed the kids, watched lots of ABC kids, and some dishes etc. A domestic engineer has many operational duties, much of which goes unnoticed, but if maintenance is neglected, even during such downtime, the structural integrity of the family unit could be at risk. That being said, planning ones future involves a lot more that day to day maintenance, and all good engineers are fantastic at future planning. What I have trouble with presently is the “Vision”. Cant crystallize exactly what I would like our new life to be, i’m guessing it will unravel with the decisions that are being made right now and those that are yet to be made. Decision making is an opportunity, and my decision today was to start a blog, one that I hope will be of value. Getting called off to the “kit-n”, for the purposes of freezing an ice brick. “Mum-up”.

The photo is an orchid given to me from a friend when I was pregnant with my daughter, when the kitchen was a quieter place. The symbol of growth has blossomed into a real family for us, and a kitchen full of love and meals.